Health Insurance Roulette and the Air-headed Klutz

For the 2 years before this past fall, I was without health insurance and without incident. This year my school decided even part time people need a break and I got health and dental. With my upcoming adventure, I will again swim the "dangerous" waters of the uninsured. In anticipation of this blessed event, I've been making the rounds of my chosen health care providers. My dentist has referred my to an oral surgeon so I can finally get my crooked wisdom tooth pulled, all was well at the crotch doc, and my PCP, after declaring the weird bump on my arm a benign skin growth about which nothing need be done, ordered routine bloodwork to make the most of my insured state. He gave me the paperwork I needed and I had only to get myself to a participating lab and lay open my veins. That was a few weeks ago. This morning I drank plenty of water and had a nice fried egg sandwich and finally walked to the lab on North Broad St. I sat in the waiting area feeling really good about crossing this task off my list. A large gentleman came in, huffing and puffing and leaning on a cane. He sat down next to another man who appeared to be an acquaintance. They began to compare notes on prostates and what they were in for today. One had been asked to fast, and the other had not. Hmmm, I said to myself, I was supposed to fast! So I crossed my name off the sign in sheet with a little note about my air-headedness, and went about my day, the task still weighing down my list.
Tonight as I was coming home from watching Alias with my parents (Vaughn is totally back and Evil Syd is toast), I began to cross the street even though a car was coming down the block. I picked up my speed as it neared and, in a moment of unprecedented grace and elegance, lost a shoe and fell on my face as the car slammed on its brakes and my life flashed before my eyes. Well it wasn't really my life, just my Goodwill purchases of earlier today, flying out of their bag. I tried to act cool, gathered my things and got out of the street. Now I realize I maybe should have waited to cross and that my spill held up traffic, but I would have thought when someone eats dirt in front of you car, you'd roll down the window and ask if they are ok! No such courtesy for me!